Nothing She Hates More Than Libraries PV Bailey Glade

[font=Century Gothic] @Bailey Glade I'm not sure if tagging you in the title lets you know this is for you, so sorry if im tagging you twice.

For all the things she loved, there were also a lot of things Vivian hated.

Weeds. Sunburn. Pimples. Rats--you got a lot of them on Salthill Beach. Somewhere near the top of that list had to be libraries.

They were dusty, they were musty, they smelt gross and she couldn't see what the point of them was. However, she had to study if she wasn't going to completely fail her exams this summer. Which, on reflection, wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Vivi slammed the book shut, letting out a whining little growl. Why did the thing have to be so huge? In her opinion, books should be no bigger than pamphlets. Or magazines. Boy, did she love magazines. She supposed she was a little old-fashioned in that regard, what with the internet and all, but who cares?
There are some things that are too iconic to be replaced with blogs, no matter how cute their aesthetic. Magazines had taught her not only how to dress like a Valley girl, but also how to talk like a Valley girl, walk like a Valley girl and act like a Valley girl. Basically, she was a Valley girl--despite the unfortunate fact that she happened to be Irish.
Vivian rested her head on her book. And now she was here, of all places: she had told the universe dark academia wasn't her vibe--but the universe, naturally, was too rude to reply. She could really use some cheering up.